"Qin Maimai!" Taoist Master Quan Feng suddenly shouted.
"Disciple is here." A female disciple in yellow walked out of the crowd timidly.
"You and Zhang Ruqiu were on duty together five days ago. After the shift, you two left together?" Quan Feng asked.
"no."
"What's going on?" Quan Feng frowned, his tone suddenly harsh.
"Brother, I am wrong." The female disciple fell to her knees with a plop and began to cry.
"Good answer." Oikawa raised his hand, and a warm current flowed into the female disciple's body, immediately calming her down.
"After the value was dispersed, Senior Sister Zhang gave the disciple a few spiritual herbs, saying that they were not included in the record, and asked the disciple to find the one who collected the spiritual herbs in exchange for some spiritual stones. Therefore, the disciple did not go with her."
Junior Sister Qin twitched and recounted the process.
Comparing the two, Senior Sister Zhang's behavior is even more suspicious.
"Let's deal with your matter back in the palace!" Quan Feng glared at Qin Maimai and said to Hechuan:
"Palace Master, I remembered something. In the meeting hall that night, Zhang Ruqiu was the first to mention the hidden gem. So, could there be a mistake?"
"Even if she didn't say it, wouldn't Qin Maimai say it?" Ochuan looked at him angrily: "On the contrary, this woman, after bringing up the matter of the beads, instead tested the sect and searched the storage bag unintentionally. It gives her more convenience.”
At this point, he sighed and ordered: "Take these disciples back first. No one is allowed to talk nonsense about what happened tonight. I—"
"I will go and capture this girl myself!"
…
That night, Bluestone Space.
After locking in the suspect, Zhao Beiqing no longer needed to swear the inner demon oath, and everyone quickly dispersed.
Yang Zhen was so tired today that she fell asleep as soon as she touched the bed. In the middle of the night, she was still pulled into the space by clothes.
Once again, he didn't see Yiyi in the center.
On the fish pond, the small wooden barrel was swinging leisurely, and the little thing was indeed there again.
Suddenly, Yang Zhen's eyes widened. There was actually a small grass next to Yiyi.
That black shadow grass!
"It also drinks spiritual honey?" Yang Zhen asked in surprise.
"This is my own spiritual honey. I treat her to it!" the little thing emphasized loudly.
"That's not what I meant," Yang Zhen waved her hands quickly: "I just want to ask, can this spiritual honey and this grass be drunk?"
"Why not? Everyone has turned on their spiritual wisdom and is about to transform."
"Transformation?" Yang Zhen's face changed drastically: "How many hundreds of millions does this cost?"
"What!" the little thing said scornfully: "Prepare some earth spirit stones for her, and with the help of this fairy, she will transform in a few years!"
"If someone is about to transform, wouldn't that mean he's better than you?" Yang Zhen retorted.
In his impression, the difference between goblins who are not yet able to transform and those who have already transformed is not a small difference.
"She is a spirit, and I am a fairy!" the little thing said angrily: "Even if she transforms, she is still not as good as me!"
"But everyone has transformed, and you are still a piece of grass." Yang Zhen continued to tease her.
"Can immortals and demons be the same?" The little thing got angry, and a bolt of lightning fell from the sky, but Yang Zhen, who was well prepared, dodged it.
"Bad brother, you are so annoying!" the little thing became even more angry. Black clouds were billowing in the bluestone space, lightning flashed, and an even bigger thunder and lightning was brewing. …
"You have something to say!" Yang Zhen surrendered immediately.
"Hmph!" The little thing snorted dissatisfied and touched the grass beside him with its leaf petals: "Brother, you will be my sister from now on. You can't bully her!"
"Ah?" Yang Zhen was a little confused. You are still a little bit of grass, so you start to take in younger brothers, no, younger sisters.
"I asked her to say hello to you!" Yiyi said excitedly, and the extended leaf petals immediately entangled the shadow grass.
"Gee-gee, brother." A childish, somewhat unclear girl's voice sounded in Yang Zhen's mind.
Yang Zhen looked at the trembling grass in a funny way, feeling that she was not calling her brother at all, but was trembling.
"Are you afraid of me?" He also asked in the sea of consciousness.
"Giggle--"
Okay, stop shaking and pretend I didn't ask.
"She's not afraid of you, she's afraid of all human beings." Yiyi said.
"She can also talk to me through the sea of consciousness?"
"Of course not. It has to be through me."
"Brother," the little thing became interested: "give her a name!"
"Thudder? Whisper?" Yang Zhen looked at the trembling grass and became playful.
"Brother, you are so bad! Don't laugh at her!"
"Then let's call you Youyou!"
…
After a few breaths, Yiyi, Youyou, and Yang Zhen sat in the center of the space.
Next to Youyou, there is an earth-yellow spiritual stone, which is a middle-grade earth spiritual stone.
Yang Zhen found this spiritual stone from Qin Zhu's storage bag. He vaguely remembered that Yin Nanxing gave the woman two earth spirit stones that day.
As for the whereabouts of the other stone, it wasn't until he started to study the [Shadowless Soul Hiding Technique] later that he realized that Qin Zhu was hiding in the stone wall at that time and needed to use the earth spiritual power of this spiritual stone.
This is because she has no earth spiritual roots.
"Half an earth spirit stone is enough for Youyou every month." Yiyi explained immediately when she saw that Yang Zhen's eyes were always on the spirit stone.
Yang Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, it wasn't even a waste of money!
You know, Yiyi now needs two or three wood spirit stones every month, and the wood spirit stones are more valuable than the earth spirit stones.
"Brother, if you want to cultivate your spiritual consciousness, Youyou can help you!" the little thing said happily.
Then she explained it to Yang Zhen carefully.
The strength of a monk's spiritual consciousness is specifically reflected in two aspects, one is broad and the other is subtle.
Breadth is easy to understand, it is the farthest distance that spiritual consciousness can stretch. The farther the distance, the stronger the monk's consciousness becomes. For example, the spiritual consciousness that is perfected in Qi training is only about a hundred feet long, while the perfected foundation building is generally more than five miles long, which is several times the former.
Microdegree refers to the degree of careful observation of spiritual consciousness. For example, at the same distance of one foot, a Qi-training monk can roughly see what an ant looks like, but a Zifu monk can clearly identify each leg of an ant!
To give a recent example, in the cave, there was obsidian cover. Why was Zhao Beiqing able to find the storage bag behind it, but Taoist Priest He Jing, Yang Zhen and others were unable to do so?
The reason is that Qin Zhu stored the storage bag half a year ago and when moving the obsidian, tiny gaps will inevitably be left. Zhang Hejing had no sense of this gap, but Zhao Beiqing found it after a meticulous search.
This ability is also the difference in the strength of spiritual consciousness between Zifu and Zhuji.
"The shadow grass can evade the perception of the divine consciousness. If it were not carefully searched, almost no Zifu would be able to discover the existence of the shadow. Even the golden elixir can be deceived."
"From now on, I will make Youyou not leave within three feet of you every day. Find her within this range!"
"When you can't hide three feet anymore, then move one foot, three feet, farther and farther away!"
"If you could spot her ten feet away, your consciousness at that time would be even more powerful than your ancestors!"
"..."
"You are so close, will Youyou be scared to death by me?" Yang Zhen laughed and stretched out her right hand to grab the black grass.
Suddenly, the feathery leaves of the small black grass flickered, and disappeared without a trace...
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